chsdbacks Chapter 245 Sister Hong is dead, but Zhao Qingxue does not feel any joy?
Chapter 245 Sister Hong is dead, but Zhao Qingxue does not feel any joy?
Hongjie suddenly raised her head and looked at Qin Mu.
Those eyes were filled with extreme fear and disbelief.
His Majesty……
What did Your Majesty say?
The person has already been brought here?
She can do whatever she wants?
What does that mean?
What does this mean?!
Hongjie's mind went blank, with only one thought echoing wildly:
It’s over.
It's over. It's over.
She turned her head sharply and looked at Zhao Qingxue.
Under the moonlight, the pale white figure stood there quietly.
Her long hair was disheveled, her face was pale, her clothes were tattered, and her body was covered with shocking bruises and wounds.
Those deep purple phoenix eyes were now fixed on her.
calm.
Icy.
Like a pool of ice that has stood for a thousand years.
The moment Hongjie met that gaze, she felt as if she had been thrown into an ice cellar.
From head to toe, inside and out, I was completely frozen.
She opened her mouth, as if to say something.
But only a "gurgling" sound came from his throat, like someone was being choked.
He couldn't utter a single word.
Only those eyes were wide open, their pupils filled with extreme fear.
next moment,
She used all her strength to scramble and crawl toward Qin Mu!
His knees were scraped raw on the ground, and blood seeped out, staining the bluestone slabs red.
But she couldn't feel any pain.
They just kept climbing and climbing until they reached Qin Mu's feet.
"His Majesty!!!"
Her voice was so shrill it seemed to tear her throat apart, and her whole body trembled like a leaf.
"Your Majesty, you can't do this, Your Majesty!!!"
"This humble woman is utterly loyal to you!!!"
"Whatever you tell me to do, I will do!! If you tell me to hit her, I will hit her!! If you tell me to scold her, I will scold her!! I have always been obedient!! Always obedient!!!"
"Your Majesty!! I beg you!! I beg you to spare me!! I don't want to die, Your Majesty!!!"
She cried her heart out, her face covered in tears and snot.
His forehead slammed against the ground again and again, making a "thump, thump" sound.
He scraped his skin, bled, and blood streamed down his forehead, covering his entire face.
But she kept going.
They just kept kowtowing, begging for mercy, and professing their loyalty.
Qin Mu looked down at her.
Under the moonlight, there was no expression on that face.
There was no disgust, no pity, not even any emotion.
I just watched quietly.
It's like watching an ant struggling to survive.
Looking at his expressionless face, Sister Hong's fear grew stronger.
She knew that His Majesty would not be moved by her pleas for mercy.
His Majesty would never do that.
The way he looked at her was always like he was looking at a tool.
A tool that can be discarded once it's used up.
And now,
She was like a tool that had been used up.
Hongjie's face was covered in tears and snot, and blood gushed from the wound on her forehead, mixing with her tears and dripping onto the ground.
Her voice grew hoarse and weaker, yet she continued to shout desperately:
"Your Majesty...this humble woman is truly obedient...truly obedient..."
"I'll do whatever you order me to do... Please... Please spare me..."
"This humble woman doesn't want to die... doesn't want to die..."
Her body was shaking more and more violently.
then,
A warm liquid gushed out from between her legs.
It flowed down her thighs, soaking her clothes and pooling on the ground.
She wet her pants.
But she couldn't care less about that anymore.
She just cried and begged for mercy desperately.
Qin Mu glanced down at the pool of liquid, his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly.
He didn't speak.
His gaze, however, fell upon Zhao Qingxue.
Zhao Qingxue stood still, motionless.
She stood there quietly from the moment Sister Hong started crying and begging for mercy.
Look at her.
Looking at her once arrogant and domineering face, now twisted into an ugly shape.
Looking into her once smug eyes, now filled with extreme fear.
Looking at the wound on her forehead, her face was covered in blood.
Looking at the warm liquid between her legs, urine was spreading on the ground.
A complex mix of emotions welled up in Zhao Qingxue's heart.
Before meeting Sister Hong, she did hate her.
They hated him so much they gritted their teeth; they hated him to the core.
She had fantasized countless times in her mind about how to torture this woman.
We must repay them a hundredfold, ten thousandfold, in the most vicious way.
We want her to experience what it's like to be hung up, slapped, and hit repeatedly with a wooden stick.
She should be made to wish she were dead.
Make her—
But now, looking at the disheveled, trembling woman in front of him who had wet her pants...
She suddenly felt...
How absurd.
That's really absurd.
How could she possibly be an enemy of someone like that?
She, Zhao Qingxue, the Empress of Liyang, commands a million soldiers, her power shakes the Eastern Continent, and countless heroes bow down to her.
What kinds of enemies did she encounter in her life?
They were those treacherous elders of the royal family, cunning and shrewd, with every glance concealing their schemes.
They were the ambitious monarchs of neighboring countries, strategizing and winning battles from afar, whose every decision could influence the rise and fall of a nation.
They were those peerless masters renowned throughout the martial arts world, their swords pointing to the heavens, their spirits sweeping across mountains and rivers, each move resonating with the heavens and earth.
Her enemies are all beings of the same level as her.
They are all beings that she should deal with carefully.
But what about the woman in front of me?
The owner of a shady shop.
A desperate criminal who makes a living by killing and robbing.
A crude, brainless madman who only knows how to torture people using the most primitive methods.
In the past, she wouldn't have even given a second glance to someone like that.
They didn't even have the right to ask her to take action.
But now, because of this kind of person, she is forced to agree to Qin Mu's various demands.
Because of this kind of person, they suffered humiliations that they should not have had to endure.
Because of this kind of person, they have become the pathetic person they are today.
absurd.
It’s ridiculous.
Zhao Qingxue suddenly wanted to laugh.
Laughing at myself.
Laughing at his own situation.
Laugh at the capriciousness of fate.
She actually smiled.
A faint, self-deprecating smile curved at the corners of his lips.
The smile was very light and faint, almost invisible in the moonlight.
Sister Hong is still crying.
He was still begging for mercy.
His forehead slammed against the ground again and again, making a "thump, thump" sound.
Blood gushed from the wound, flowing into his eyes and mixing with his tears.
But she couldn't care less about that anymore.
He just kept kowtowing and shouting:
"Miss Zhao...Empress Zhao...Grandma...Please, spare this humble woman..."
"I was wrong...I was really wrong...I was blind...I deserve to die..."
"Please, have mercy... just let this humble woman go..."
She was shouting incoherently, using names she herself didn't even know.
"Miss Zhao", "Empress Zhao", "Grandma"
Each form of address deepened Zhao Qingxue's sense of absurdity.
She looked down at Sister Hong.
Looking at her face, which was covered in blood and tears,
Looking into her eyes, which were filled with fear,
Looking at her utterly undignified, dog-like appearance.
The hatred in my heart is gradually fading away.
It's not forgiveness.
It's not worth it.
This kind of person isn't worth her hatred.
It's not worth her time and effort to torment her.
It's not worth her making herself like her.
Zhao Qingxue took a deep breath.
The night wind, carrying the chill of early winter, rushed into my lungs, icy and biting.
She closed her eyes.
Then it opened its eyes again.
The cold calm remained in those deep purple phoenix eyes.
But within that calm, there was something inexplicable.
Is it relief?
Is it fatigue?
Is it seeing through it all?
she does not know.
All she knew was that at this moment—
She didn't want to look at this woman anymore.
I don't even want to look at it.
Qin Mu kept looking at Zhao Qingxue.
Watching the changes in her emotions.
From chilling murderous intent to complex turmoil, to absurd self-mockery, to profound powerlessness.
finally--
To that sense of almost peaceful relief.
He looked at her, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.
This woman is indeed extraordinary.
If it were anyone else, after being tortured and humiliated like this, they would only be blinded by hatred when they saw their enemy.
They wished they could pounce on the other person immediately and tear them to pieces in the most cruel way.
But she didn't.
She stood there, calmly surveying everything before her.
Qin Mu smiled, took a step, and walked to Zhao Qingxue's side.
Standing side by side with her.
His gaze fell on Sister Hong, who was still kowtowing and begging for mercy.
"What?" he asked, his voice soft and slightly playful.
"Don't want to do it anymore?"
Zhao Qingxue did not look at him.
He simply said:
"It's not worth it."
Qin Mu smiled.
"It's really not worth it," he said.
The night breeze was cool, and the moonlight was like water.
Sister Hong knelt on the ground, her forehead bruised and bloodied, her face smeared with blood and tears.
Her voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible, yet she was still desperately begging for mercy, her words incoherent and rambling.
Qin Mu stood beside Zhao Qingxue, the moonlight casting their shadows on the ground, overlapping each other.
He looked at Zhao Qingxue with a hint of amusement and admiration in his eyes.
"So, should we kill them or not?" he asked.
The voice was very soft, as if asking about a trivial matter.
Zhao Qingxue's gaze remained fixed on Sister Hong.
A very faint smile curved at the corners of her lips.
There was no hatred, no pleasure, only a cold calm in that arc.
"Of course we should kill them," she said.
The sound was very soft, yet exceptionally clear.
She simply lost the urge to torment the other person.
That doesn't mean she'll let the other person off the hook.
This man brought her so much humiliation—those slaps, those sticks, those insulting words, those moments when she was hung up, moments that felt like she was dying.
She remembered every single thing clearly.
How could she possibly let the other party off the hook?
Qin Mu looked at her, his appreciation deepening.
"So, will you kill him, or will I?" he asked.
Zhao Qingxue turned her head and looked at him.
Under the moonlight, the bruises and swelling on that pale face were still clearly visible.
Those deep purple phoenix eyes fell on his face, as calm as a stagnant pool.
"Come on," she said.
She didn't want to do it herself.
This person doesn't deserve to have her stained with blood.
Qin Mu looked at her and smiled gently.
He didn't say anything more.
He simply raised his hand.
Her slender fingers gleamed like jade in the moonlight.
He waved gently in Sister Hong's direction.
The movement was very light and casual, as casual as shooing away an annoying mosquito.
There wasn't even a sound.
There were no signs whatsoever.
Sister Hong was still crying and begging for mercy.
His forehead slammed against the ground again and again, making a "thump, thump" sound.
She was still muttering those incoherent words.
"Your Majesty, spare me... I'll obey... I've always obeyed..."
"Miss Zhao...Grandma...please..."
The voice was hoarse, broken, and growing weaker.
Then--
Stopped abruptly.
Her body stiffened abruptly.
His eyes were wide open, and deep within his pupils, the extreme fear was still churning.
But that surging tide froze there.
It's frozen there forever.
She opened her mouth as if to say something, but only a barely audible "ho" came out of her throat.
Then, her body went limp and collapsed.
He lay motionless on the ground.
The moonlight shone on her face, illuminating her wide-open, lifeless eyes.
In those eyes, there was still lingering fear, lingering despair, and lingering instinct for survival.
But she can no longer see.
I can't hear it anymore.
It no longer exists.
She lay there like a piece of discarded rotten wood.
Blood seeped from the wound on her forehead, pooling on the ground and gleaming darkly in the moonlight.
The whole process took only a moment.
There was no struggle, no screams, not even a trace of pain.
And so, he died silently.
Zhao Qingxue looked at the corpse on the ground.
Looking at that distorted face, those wide-open eyes, and that pool of blood spreading.
There was no emotion in her eyes.
There was no sense of satisfaction, no catharsis, no feeling of "finally getting revenge."
There was nothing there.
There was only a cold, calm silence.
How could there be any pleasure in that?
The person who directed Sister Hong to bully her is still standing here.
Although it was Sister Hong who slapped me, struck me with a stick, and humiliated me.
But the person who truly made Sister Hong take action was Qin Mu.
The person who truly wanted to see her struggle in humiliation was Qin Mu.
The person who truly destroyed her pride bit by bit in this way...
It was also Qin Mu.
And this person was standing right next to her at that moment.
In fact, she had just agreed to his request.
I want to marry him.
She wanted to be his empress.
She must acknowledge herself as his woman in front of the whole world.
Sister Hong is dead.
But the person who is a thousand times more despicable than Sister Hong is still alive.
They even went further and "bullied" her.
So how could she possibly be happy?
How could one possibly feel pleasure?
How can we forget the real mastermind just because of the death of a tool?
Zhao Qingxue suddenly felt very tired.
It's that kind of exhaustion that leaves you physically and mentally drained.
During this period, her mood fluctuated wildly.
She needs to get some rest.
"I want to go and rest for a while," she said.
The sound was very soft, so soft that it was almost blown away by the night breeze.